Chapter 764: opened, but not completely; lost, but also not

Chapter 762 761. opened, but not fully opened; lost, but not fully lost either
The Manson Priest closed his eyes in agony as the earth shook from the Winged Cavalry’s entrance.

This pain was not because its own elaborate plan was stopped by the damned Transians at the last step, but also because its aging body, even with the blessing of the Lord of the Hunt, was a bit overwhelmed by having to take on the increasingly huge pressure of spiritual energy at this time.

Losing the regulation of the Star Battle, this old jackal had to completely rely on his own perseverance to complete the next operation.

From this point of view, this bastard was also a hardcore ruthless man uh, hardcore ruthless wolf.

After all, when Grand Duchess Tris used her physical body to bear the psychic energy storm to open the star world tear, there were also a few serenade core crystals to give her to share the pressure, this also a little bit on the head of the old thing at this time belongs to the state of the “king of the hard to bow”.

Bullish that is really bullish!
Pain is also really painful.

Although at this time this spiritual energy storm rolled up the degree is not enough to perfectly open Manson imagined that can flood the shadow valley of the rift, but because it can not stand it, so now is not the time to talk about it.

“Open it for me!!!”

The old jackal lifted the half-dozen starbattles high into the air in a mournful roar.

The next instant there was a blinding psychic glow straight into the firmament, like a re-enactment of the day of the Great Tear in the Black Flame Pass, but the old Manson didn’t have a tart serpent that could help it locate the astral turbulence to act as an astral guardian.

Not only did it not have that, but the Jackals were even lazy enough to not even do the positional conversion between the Astral and Material Worlds, the main focus being the wild beauty of a random yet forceful brick flyer.

All they want is to open the rift, and what kind of shit is going to come rushing out of it once it’s open isn’t even on these guys’ radar.

Facts proved that the jackals this wave belongs to the blind cat met the dead rat.

Because of the complete lack of positioning and calculations, the corresponding direction of the opening of the Star Realm Rift basically followed the direction of the rift opened by Murphy before, which was within the territory of the Silver Wolf Hellsong.

Well, this scene made Mannis, the Endless One, who was observing all of this, look silly.

These jackals are so brave?

If I had known they were so reckless, I should have secretly compelled these guys to sell their meaningless souls for a bag of beans in the first place.
“Lord Endless One, I need your help!”

A humble voice rang out at that moment, causing Mannis, who had been watching the action in the Astral Realm until he saw it fly, to skim his lips as the tart-talking serpent responded irritably:

“Rush! Destroy a ghost ah, just like the unscrupulous party A need to be tied to the electric torture chair to be tortured ruthlessly, the old man is not here? Tell me, how can I help? BTW, you’re using this stargazing technique well.

To actually be able to accurately contact me even under this kind of interference, it seems like you’re a real talent.”

“You flatter me, I just spent the time that other goats use to watch gladiatorial fights and mating on practicing the stargazing technique, diligence can make up for clumsiness, in the end, I’m not as talented as Lord Murphy to be favored by a mighty Star Realm Demigod like you.”

The goatman astrologer Pol, who was currently following a big brother and jumping into the nameless valley through the locator stone of the Big Bird Corps, responded very humbly:

“I now need your help in calculating the coordinates of the corresponding reality of the rift that is opening, and through this period of research on the Astral Realm Tearing Spell, I already have a way that I can stifle it from continuing to open.

I will set an astrological marker in the valley, and I need to use your power to mobilize psychic energy in the astral realm as a way to suppress the opening of the rift, it sounds difficult, but I will complete the complex operation, you only need to provide the power.”

“Well, provide my power to an evil sorcerer? No, no, no, no, this kind of dangerous thing will not be done by this lord, you are humble but a bad seed at first sight.”

Mannis decisively refused:

“Do you need me to temporarily find a victim for you?”

“Hm? Can you also do this kind of thing?”

Poe didn’t deny that he was harboring bad thoughts, but it said in surprise:

“No Star Realm Demigod is willing to accept the friendship of a goatman, it’s all because of those compatriots who messed around on the continent, causing our reputation to be really too bad.”

“It’s okay, I have a wide range of friendships, say, are there any favored demigods you want to befriend?”

The Endless One skillfully pulled up the leather strip, it hissed and spat out its snake letters and said:
“I can give you the means to contact them, it’s not difficult, but considering that right now this rift opens up in Silverwolf’s territory, I would suggest you contact that b*tch Hellsong directly. Son. She will definitely help you, after all, no one living in the various parts of the Star Realm wants to see their territory somehow leak a big hole.

But I do have a request.
Regardless of what you plan to do to the poor Star Realm Demigods, you must give me a third of the proceeds you get.”

“Too big an appetite, Your Excellency, I’ve spent decades preparing for something this dangerous.”

Poe immediately retorted in a low voice:
“As an astrologer who can’t actually step freely into the astral realm, this is simply a disgrace to this line of work, I swore to change things, but with no demigods willing to help the poor astrologers, we’ll just have to figure it out on our own.”

“I don’t care, I want a third of the payment or I’ll proclaim your plan everywhere!”

Manis threatened rather shamelessly:

“It’s not that easy for you to get me to accomplish something for you, but it would be too easy for me to break something, cunning goatman, would you be willing to take such a risk?”

“Well for the sake of your expensive friendship, a third is not out of the question.”

Poe replied roundly:
“As long as we make the cake bigger, we all have something to gain, how about this, you help me get the Silver Wolf.”

“Deal!”

The Endless One agreed and said in a pleasant tone:

“Her head belongs to me, I plan to use that thing for some very twisted deeds, hehehe, alright, take it, this precious knowledge is yours now.”

A torrent of obscure learning was roughly shoved into Astrologer Poe’s brain through a mental contact, causing it to grin in pain.

But it was richly rewarded, just a moment ago, the Endless One had taught it what to do to contact all the demigods currently in the Astral Realm, basically the same as leaking the demigods’ private phone numbers to a harboring cultist.

Without wasting any time, Poe immediately used that new knowledge to send a request to Silver Wolf Hellsong:
“O mighty Silverwolf, the damned Jackals have opened a dangerous rift in your territory in order to further their pathetic war, I am trying to close it and I need your help, it will do you no harm . Help me!”

“How can I help you?”

Soon a cold woman’s voice rang out in Astrologer Poe’s mind, and with intense disgust she chortled:

“I say have you mortals gone mad? You have been constantly creating large and small rifts in the Astral Realm since not too long ago, and the entire Astral Realm has been stirred up by you! Do you know that you guys are doing something very dangerous.”

“Those bad things have nothing to do with me, my lord, as you can see, I’m just a humble and pitiful astrologer who wants to contribute to world peace.”

Poe said softly:
“But the rift in your territory can’t be delayed any longer, the stupid jackals opened it recklessly without any precise calculations at all, which means that if left unchecked there’s a tiny chance that the rift will set off a series of bad chain reactions.

I’ve brought the Astral Dao marker.

All you need to do is cooperate with me in the use of your great power, and it won’t be difficult to stifle the opening of the rift in both realms at the same time.”

“Then let’s begin.”

Silver Wolf Hellsong seemed to be a decisive character as she agreed to Poe’s request.

Soon, the dowsing markers that the astrologer had placed in the valley began to blink with starlight, while the silver wolf powered up at the other end, like a pair of invisible hands pressing down on the rift that had been opened up by the jackals, forcing it to narrow down little by little.

Everything went smoothly, fully proving Poe’s superb strength on the level of astrology.

But at the last moment, Silver Wolf Hellsong suddenly asked in an odd tone: “I saw through the rift to the opposite side, and I saw some ‘dirty things’ that made me very unhappy are moving around in that valley, and that vampire lord Murphy is there?”

The goatman Pol’s heart fluttered, but before it could explain a couple of things for its master, it felt the power that was compressing the rift pull away all of a sudden, causing the Star Realm Rift, which was already on the verge of closing, to tear open once again.

“I’ve changed my mind, Goatman.”

Kherson said in a cold voice:

“Thank fate for lending you a hand in delivering my enemies before my eyes, great, my wolves are about to begin their hunt . Leave, Astrologer, you have done a wonderful service to the peace of the world, you need not concern yourself with what comes next.”

With that said, the high spirited silver wolf broke contact with Poe, leaving the goatman with a jolt.

It could no longer care about what was going on in this valley and began to frantically contact Mannis the Endless.

“What now?”

Mannis asked irritably, and Pol, unable to explain in time, shouted:
“It was all your bad idea! Quickly alert Lord Murphy that the damned Silver Wolf has summoned wolves across the rift towards him!”

“Woo hoo hoo hoo, when did you get the illusion that this is a bad thing?”

The Endless One laughed out loud in its weird, always mixed with a hissing sound that wanted to make people resist punching it in the face:
“Your understanding of your new master’s wisdom is far too shallow, pathetic goatman, would you be surprised if I told you that Murphy has been having a headache all this time over what to do to lure Hellsong into action?
As the consummate collaborator, I must share the worries of my Lord Murphy.

You wouldn’t really think that the jackals would be so lucky as to open a random rift and drive it precisely into the territory of the silver wolves?

The Star Realm is not a small area.

Little goatman, your pathetic evil intelligence is worthless in front of me, so next, find a place to watch the ‘Spring Festival’ show.”
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“Ahem, I must . LEAVE! The rift is open . Huegson must immediately . Ah.”

The old Manson was carried by several jackal priests as he quickly left the nameless valley that was now hell.

The damned winged cavalry were pounding and tearing apart the jackal warriors, and the wampum barbarians following them were slashing around like mad.

These rampaging guys not only killed the jackals, even the wolves were not spared, even the poor uncontested scythe-clawed monsters hidden in the valley were also pulled out from their hiding places and ruthlessly killed.

This place has simply become a place of sacrifice for Vam.

Those barbarians deliberately killed their enemies in the most brutal way, which caused great psychological pressure to the already chaotic jackal warriors who encountered the surprise attack, as well as the filthy spiritual energy from the opening of the rift also escaped part of the way down, impacting and interfering with the thoughts of all the beings that existed in the valley in equal measure.

But what did the Vam followers care about that?

They could hear the crazy roar of Vam, the “God of Noise”, during their usual battles, and had long gotten used to the experience of fighting in this kind of “BGM”, so the winged cavalrymen blessed by the mountains and forests were not much disturbed, and continued to execute the strategy of trampling repeatedly with precision and coldness. The winged cavalry, blessed by the mountains and forests, were not much disturbed and continued to execute the strategy of repeated trampling with precision and coldness.

The only bad thing left was the jackals.

Fortunately, the jackals had the bloodthirsty magic to help them stabilize their position, and as they watched the intensity of the battle increase crazily, Old Manson finally nodded his head in satisfaction.

This was the scene that a Priestess of the Hunt like him wanted to see.

The Lord of the Hunt longed to see slaughter and blood and death, and He only wished to see this, as for whose blood was being shed, the Lord of the Hunt didn’t care!

“Right here, make an honorable sacrifice for my Lord.”

Manson was weak, but it still raised its arms and put an oversized Bloodthirsty Berserker spell on the jackals around it.

The aptitude of those Hunting Chosen for the spell was nothing short of perfect, and the entanglements of those scarlet lights made each of the already dangerous ones ferocious, even as grotesque bone spikes pierced through the skin and surfaced from the guys’ shoulders and arms.

The power of the gods had transformed their bodies, making them the perfect vehicle to hold the wrath of the gods.

However, Manson had overlooked a very damning situation.

If the Transylvanians could send an army to interfere with the unsuccessful, but not failed, tearing of the astral realm at the last minute, how could their commander not arrange appropriate tactics for it, the Golden One who could control the course of a battle?
“Dimmer than dusk, brighter than blood.”

A strange, hoarse voice suddenly sounded above Manson’s head, causing the old jackal to immediately tilt his head, and he saw a slender figure with huge blood wings spread out approaching the ground at speed from high altitude.

The guy was originally chanting a mysterious incantation, but ended up roaring out loud halfway through:

“F*ck, what the f*ck? So middle-of-the-road. Doesn’t my mom want to lose face? I’m done! Anyway, it’s the Dragon Breath Technique that was forcibly modified by the strange Vampire Exalted Elder into ‘Dragon Breaking Slash’!
Dogs!
You smell like twilight. Eat my ‘Midnight Dragon’s Breath’!”

Lina, who was high in the air for her first attempt at a hellish dive, made fast spell seals in the air and took a deep breath when she was tens of meters away from the ground, causing her already exaggerated bust to grow a few sizes bigger all of a sudden, followed by a fiery heavenly descent!

The fact that she was nicknamed “Dragon Flame” was proof of Master Lina’s superb attainments in the field of flame spells.

The humiliating experience of dying at the hands of the Dusk filled her heart with rage, plus the fact that Chuchuut used a plume from the Feathered Serpent Sun God to bring her back, which made Lina’s already exaggerated flaming talent even sharper.

The moment she unleashed the Super Magic Dragon Breath Technique in the air with anger, a pillar of fire through the sky and into the ground appeared on top of the battlefield, and it looked like a Super Flame Strike Technique with a five-fold increase in range and at least a three-fold increase in damage power.

The moment the legendary Dragon’s Breath smashed down, it instantly vaporized a dozen or so Jackal Priests around Old Manson, and those unlucky enough to be close to the battlefield were also burned into serious injuries in the tumbling flames of the open road.

The good news was that Murphy’s previous guess was correct, as the leader of the Plastic Energy Tower, Lina, the Spiritual Energy Master who specialized in Flame Burst Spells, was several times more powerful than Throwing Tris in terms of direct destructive power.

The bad news is that her durability is not very good, and compared to Tris, who can make Murphy’s back hurt, she’s a total loss.
The horrific “dragon slash” lasted only a few seconds before dissipating, and in the heat of the ash-strewn land, Lina folded her wings and landed in a classic Eggman pose.

She backhanded out the “Demon Fire” sword at her waist, and stepped on the fiery ashes towards Manson, who was burned so badly that his hood and mane were all incinerated, making him look like a monster old man retrieved from a coal heap.

But in the face of Lina’s aggressive killing, the old Manson was not afraid, instead, there was a strange light shining in those cloudy eyes.

“Mighty vampire, there’s something behind you.”

It coughed out.

“You think the old woman would be deceived by such pathetic lies.”

“Master Lina, duck! There’s something behind you!”

Astrologer Poe’s roar caused Lina to jolt, exploding in place into a roiling bat that managed to dodge the destructive gnawing bite of the silver-gray, two-headed wolf that pounced out of the shadow of the tainted psychic energy.

The good news was that it wasn’t the silver wolf himself.

The astral rift that opened today wasn’t big enough to allow a powerful demigod to leap into the material world.

The one who had sneaked up on Lina was just one of Hellsong’s mates, a sub-giant beast lord that barely scratched the edge of a legendary beast, which translated into the material world’s power system a gold-ranked mutant beast was nothing more than a gold-ranked mutant beast.

The bad news is that because she is Murphy’s bloodline, the odds are that this terrifying star world giant wolf lord with two heads won’t return to the territory until he finishes her off.

“Well, that’s probably the fate humans keep hanging on to.”

The frail old Manson grinned an odd smile as it slowly got up in the ashes and coughed:
“Looks like today, the advantage is mine.”

(End of chapter)